Archive for January, 2007

Sketch diary 1/11. Mourning and Melancholia.

January 11th, 2007

spidey

Things have come to a sad pass here in my cat-less house.
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DTWOF Archive Episode #328

January 10th, 2007

Hey, I meant to put up this “archive episode” two weeks ago. While I’m taking a month off from the strip. I chose this one not just because it was seasonal, but because it features an anonymous character who I later used as the model for Beth McLaughlin-Farkas. (Or Farkas-McLaughlin. Whatever.)
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going to france again

January 9th, 2007

Or coming to France again, depending on your orientation. I just updated my ‘appearances‘ page with a little info about my upcoming trip. I’ll be doing stuff in Paris and Tours before arriving at the Angoulême Comics Festival on Jan. 26th.

onward and upward

January 7th, 2007

Thank you all so, so much for your generous condolences about Julia. The stories about your own animals, the T.S. Eliot cat poem, the Jeanette Winterson column, the Eurythmics song (which I’d never heard before, and was perfect), each kind thought and observation you shared —all of this is helping to knit up my unraveled self. Read the rest of this entry »

Julia, R.I.P.

January 5th, 2007

julia in drawing position

My beloved cat Julia, my constant companion, the small sun I’ve been orbiting for the past eighteen years, died on January 3rd.

bowl fulla Julia

I’ve been going through my vast photo archives in order to collect all her pictures in one place. It’s been strange and intense poring over this visual record of my life, sort of like watching a very fast-forwarded video of everything I’ve ever done. I guess the most striking thing is that by far the majority of the photos are work shots—the reference pictures I take of myself posing for drawings. So I’ve been watching not just my real life unfold, but Fun Home evolve, and the DTWOF characters’ lives progress.

But the funny thing about the work photos is that in some of them, Julia just happens to be in the frame. Passing through, or interacting with me, or sleeping.

So I’ve made a little movie of these shots, and posted it on YouTube. I think these incidental images explain better than I possibly could in words the extent to which my life was intertwined with hers, and what a vast, gaping void she’s left.

These photos were all taken between 2002, when I got my digital camera, and 2006. She’s tricky to find in some of them. Actually, not all of them are incidental–there are a few where she’s actually posing for me, or with me. The last shot, strangely enough, is one I took of her when I was working on the strip last fall where Mo’s cat Vanessa dies. There’s no soundtrack on the slideshow, but imagine John Lennon singing Julia as it plays. The last thing I need right now is to be sued by Yoko Ono.
Julia in the drawer of my drawing table